This entire album is a landmark of my younger teenage years. Just a monumental, perfect, lyrical landmark.
James Mercer’s lyrics on this album are the only ones that have given me such goosebumps as the first time I listened to Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man.”
Sonic Youth sucks. And you know what? While we’re at it, so does Skrillex, and James Taylor, and Bob Dylan’s later work, and Sufjan Stevens, and live Big D and the Kids Table, and Proletariat, and Matisyahu, and Miss May I, and George Harrison’s solo stuff. There, I hope I offended at least one of you. No egrets.